“I guess they ran out of words.” When I try to laugh, a sob rips through me, surprising me. The brick falls out of my hand, making the loudest sound when it lands by my feet on the broken glass. I put a hand to my mouth, trying to keep the sound from echoing.

Grady walks over to me and takes me in his arms. I want to tell him I’m fine, and it doesn’t bother me, but the only thing that comes out is another sob.

“I’m so sorry,” he says softly, and before I can say anything, I hear the front door open and Beau shouting my name.

He comes running into the kitchen and sees me in Grady’s arms, and I think I see him glare but I’m not sure. “What the fuck is going on?” he asks, looking around and then he spots the bricks that Grady put on my counter. His eyes fly from the bricks to me, and I step out of Grady’s arms. “Who did this?”

“I don’t know,” I say, walking to the side of the couch and grabbing a tissue. “I got here, and I saw the window.”

“Why didn’t you call me?” he asks. I shrug, but I don’t make eye contact with him.

“Not much you can do,” Grady answers. “I’m going to make a report and check to see if there is anything out of place in the bedrooms.” I nod as he walks back to the bedrooms.

“Savannah.” Beau calls my name, and I look at him. “Why didn’t you call me?”

“Because I called Jacob,” I say, and he just looks at me.

“Why?” he asks. I look at him and then quickly look away. It always hurts to look at him after he was on a date or whenever I hear the rumor mill going full force on his conquests.

“I figured you were busy,” I say and walk to the fridge to get a bottle of water. Grady comes back from the bedrooms.

“It looks like everything is in its place, but I’m going to need you to confirm it.” He looks at me. “Jacob said that he is going to send someone to board up the windows, but he doesn’t want you spending the night here.”

“I agree,” Beau says, and I look at him. “Until the windows are replaced, you need to pack a bag.”

“I’ll be outside,” Grady says, and he walks out.

“Fine. I guess I can stay at the motel in town,” I say, pissed that I’m being run out of my home.

“Savannah.” He calls my name when I look down, blinking away tears. “You aren’t staying at the motel in town.” I bring the water bottle to my lips and take a sip. My mouth drier than the desert in the summer. “You can stay with me.”